Lyrics:
statements with every sound
Married my craft on my 25th year
Now that's my partner for life that's my dear
Oh that's my boo
And tell me who is quite like us
five years they coming to showings
I knew you in yester-years, come on don't you know me
Heard you got a couple bands, could you really show me
Always
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
Fuck a nine-to-five
Made ten by like 7 something
Running off on gang? yeah, okay
He know Heaven coming
My Caucasian shooting, yeah
I think he JJ Redick
what time it is
Year 06', caught a jux and caught a case
Face a 3-6
Tell your honor I plead the 5th
Ain't no witness ain't no case
Got my co-defendant's
Yall very
Funny if you think we would do that
Carry piece like a Buddhist
If we the ones you gone shoot at
Some of us 9 to 5 trynna survive
With
waves
Like I'm from Hawaii
Got the dick hanging
Out the forty-five (Brrr)
XD gon' leave 'em mortified (Ahh)
Take big risk I was born to die (On God)
Lost
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your
eight years
At least I got good time, half time in
Now it's halftime
I'm kicking ether like Nasir
Not here to be liked
Came to redefine control of a mic
your mantra
3-2-1 go!
Forty-three defend us
Forty-four unite us
Forty-five save us
Forty-six will keep us safe
From the extremist preaching his Bible
Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties
Them 40 once bottles on me
Take this glass and take a shot for the homies
I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want
recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah)
This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real
I keep that forty on me in
Billy Long was 20 and still in his senior year
The upside being he could always purchase beer
Anytime he found him himself short on cash
Or needed
Saying F 9 to 5's nd quotas
Coz the economy & governments are broken
Let's not speak on TTIP
These corporations negotiate with greed lips
Over the years
A-Rod blues Bell Music by the way
LaGuardia High School representing
New York U, Clive Davis 2-0-2-0
We ain't nothing new bro straight up, check
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
the pain.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Thats right, Reg. Sampson has taken his fair share of hits this year, and has shown his experience by not letting them rattle him.
to heaven and leads to holy thoughts and principles
This armour does not lead to realization of Manthra
Unless it is read forty thousand times by
"Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow"
And mama said, "It was
the sun was rising
On upon the world
At seven forty five
The neighbor smiled and sayed
You've got a beautiful baby girl
She named her Spring
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